This is a song about "Load"

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

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

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

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Load up his nine no one defy him

The world should turn as soon as my records spin