This is a song about "Load"

I got rich from a little struggle

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

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

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

And any connotation is viewed many ways

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road