This is a song about "Load"

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

Load pen of syllables

Good kids make bad grown ups

Here nigga on the road

That'll make ya blow your load

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

I’m way harder than the concrete