This is a song about "Load"

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Let a load off ya mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

That'll make ya blow your load

I live by the code

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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