This is a song about "Load"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

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

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

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

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

That'll make ya blow your load

Impeccable give it my note

Load pen of syllables

Good kids make bad grown ups