This is a song about "Load"

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Now concentrate until you get the juice

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,