This is a song about "Load"

I can always depend on my mama

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

That'll make ya blow your load

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

The revolution has arrived

Let a load off ya mind

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth