This is a song about "Load"

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Of support i can load,

I live by the code

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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