This is a song about "Load the glocks"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

With the cops in hot pursuit, who poppin' glocks, top recruits,

After i load the boat,

I just know i'm that dope

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I crunch rhymes the load is set i best insane in my ways/

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

You need to go to, like, vienna or something

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