This is a song about "Load"

Load up his nine no one defy him

Got me rushed to the station

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Of support i can load,

Used to find dope in his coat

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

That'll make ya blow your load