This is a song about "Load"

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Our girls is the models

Load pen of syllables

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

On they car note to go to the club

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

After i load the boat,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace