This is a song about "Load"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

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

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I live by the code

That'll make ya blow your load

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

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