This is a song about "Load"

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Load pen of syllables

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

I seem to love these whips - a white

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will