This is a song about "Load"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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,

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby