This is a song about "Load"

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

That'll make ya blow your load

I fucking hate this job

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right