This is a song about "Load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

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

So check my net worth, and i got them jerseys moving

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Of support i can load,

Up on phrases i wrote

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice