This is a song about "Load"

Load up his nine no one defy him

Got me rushed to the station

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I can always depend on my mama

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

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

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Black on black lock n load blood for blood