This is a song about "Load"

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

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

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

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

A load of horse-shit is all it was to me