This is a song about "Load"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

After i load the boat,

Used to find dope in his coat

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

Whining and complaining about when you coming home