This is a song about "Load"

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

I can always depend on my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

Let a load off ya mind

Used to find dope in his coat

Of support i can load,