This is a song about "Loads"

#4 (#more #internals, #indirects, #multis #and #loads #of #bowls)

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

In your body and for the rest of your ide (life have loads of pride and i hope you can

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

That scary love, never get married love

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

Finish line with the tire marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Got loads of bad #chemicals inside ur persona 'n' ur feeling ill