This is a song about "Load"

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

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

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

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.