This is a song about "Load the glocks"

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

Don't mean to be the party pooper, but i got a shit load to say

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Load the gun, i read narnia, but didnt know anything bout' the chronicles

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks