This is a song about "Load"

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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

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

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

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.