This is a song about "Load"

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat