This is a song about "Load"

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

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

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

I try to tell them i'm one of the

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

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

I live by the code

Of support i can load,

I got a tough course load so man check this,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says