This is a song about "Load"

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

For now everything just seem so right

I live by the code

After i load the boat,

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up his nine no one defy him

Oh, you look like my next victim