This is a song about "Load"

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm definitely in a class of my own

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Of support i can load,

On top of that, i’m broke

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

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Load pen of syllables

Our girls is the models

But im a well of inspiration

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth