This is a song about "Load"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

That'll make ya blow your load

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

I know you just doing your job

After i load the boat,

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

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

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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