This is a song about "Load"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Here nigga on the road

After i load the boat,

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

That'll make ya blow your load

Where rules get followed

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will