This is a song about "Load"

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I'm definitely in a class of my own

See i'm never home alone, test me and i'll load the chrome,

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

As she goes through the levels

Load pen of syllables

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load