This is a song about "Load"

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

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I thought it'd get better but

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold