This is a song about "Cash load"

Cause you're most likely to crash

40 on my face, getting cash

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light