This is a song about "Load"

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

After i load the boat,

Shout ymcmb, mmg we run the globe

Of support i can load,

Fly as ricky steam boat

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Load pen of syllables

Good kids make bad grown ups

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat