This is a song about "Load"

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

After i load the boat,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes