This is a song about "Load"

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

Let a load off ya mind

Good help is hard to find

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave