This is a song about "Load"

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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