This is a song about "Load the blocks"

After i load the boat,

Up on phrases i wrote

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable