This is a song about "Load"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

They say that i never cease to amaze

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Motivated just from being broke

Of support i can load,

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

I know you just doing your job

That'll make ya blow your load