This is a song about "Load"

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

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

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Since i was left with no hope

After i load the boat,

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

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

They say that i never cease to amaze

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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