This is a song about "Load"

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

I live by the code

After i load the boat,

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

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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