This is a song about "Load"

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

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

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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