This is a song about "Load"

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

After i load the boat,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe