This is a song about "Load hos 44"

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Load pen of syllables

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load