This is a song about "Load"

Used to find dope in his coat

Of support i can load,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

That'll make ya blow your load

Where rules get followed

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

For now everything just seem so right

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

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry