This is a song about "Load"

Load up his nine no one defy him

Got me rushed to the station

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

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

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Load pen of syllables

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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