This is a song about "Load"

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Our girls is the models

Load pen of syllables

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble