This is a song about "Load"

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

I got a tough course load so man check this,

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

A load of horse-shit is all it was to me

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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