This is a song about "Load"

I got a tough course load so man check this,

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Cause i’m back on my grind

Let a load off ya mind

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

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

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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