This is a song about "Load"

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

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

This motha fucka crowed

That'll make ya blow your load

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Oh, you look like my next victim

Load up his nine no one defy him

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load