This is a song about "Load"

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

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable