This is a song about "Load"

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Of support i can load,

I fucking hate this job

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Load pen of syllables

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

On they car note to go to the club

Where rules get followed

After i load the boat,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Load up his nine no one defy him