This is a song about "Load"

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Of support i can load,

Used to find dope in his coat

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what