This is a song about "Load"

Of support i can load,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

Around my way, i'm cut throat

That'll make ya blow your load

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

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

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road