This is a song about "Load"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Load pen of syllables

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Let a load off ya mind

Jimmy back me, child

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

A load of horse-shit is all it was to me

Load up his nine no one defy him

When you strive for perfection