This is a song about "Load"

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

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

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

You pay your favorite stripper car note