This is a song about "Load"

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Load up his nine no one defy him

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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,

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

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

You pay your favorite stripper car note

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load