This is a song about "Load"

Load pen of syllables

Shout out my nigga miles

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Of support i can load,

This motha fucka crowed

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Let a load off ya mind

You can search but you'll never find

She might be goin' home with me tonight

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