This is a song about "Load"

Good kids make bad grown ups

Load pen of syllables

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Of support i can load,

Impeccable give it my note

After i load the boat,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Load up his nine no one defy him

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

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

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

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,