This is a song about "Load"

Must be something you want me to see

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

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone