This is a song about "Load"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

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

I'm off the wrong road

That'll make ya blow your load

And i don't rely on no bitches

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke