This is a song about "Load a gun"

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

For that paper, i'mma grind

Let a load off ya mind

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

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

My words are like bullets im ready to load it my tongue is the gun

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

You toyz dont know how to armour a real gun

It ain't nothin' better than a passionate woman