This is a song about "Load"

Let a load off ya mind

This is to my unborn child

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I can always depend on my mama

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Of support i can load,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

After i load the boat,

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel