This is a song about "Load"

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I got a tough course load so man check this,

That'll make ya blow your load

Where rules get followed