This is a song about "Loads"

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

I rake in loads of bone charms

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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