This is a song about "Load"

Of support i can load,

I put it down your throat

Load pen of syllables

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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