This is a song about "Load"

You can search but you'll never find

Let a load off ya mind

I live by the code

Of support i can load,

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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