This is a song about "Load"

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Of support i can load,

This motha fucka crowed

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

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

New canvas she need a new stroke

That'll make ya blow your load

After i load the boat,

Since i was left with no hope

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

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck