This is a song about "Load"

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Uppity bitches, handling business

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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