This is a song about "Load"

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

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

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes