This is a song about "Load"

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

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Better than college, after that, students home

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

That'll make ya blow your load

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Load up his nine no one defy him

Oh, you look like my next victim

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Of support i can load,

Here nigga on the road