This is a song about "Loads"

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

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Please correct me, stretch marks

I rake in loads of bone charms

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love