This is a song about "Load"

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I know you're mad, but so what

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss