This is a song about "Load"

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

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

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

On they car note to go to the club

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

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

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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