This is a song about "Load"

Load pen of syllables

Or closed casket for our troubles

Load up his nine no one defy him

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load