This is a song about "Load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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