This is a song about "Load"

Of support i can load,

On top of that, i’m broke

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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