This is a song about "Load"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

That'll make ya blow your load

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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