This is a song about "Load"

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

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

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

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

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

I got a tough course load so man check this,

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

Used to find dope in his coat

Of support i can load,