This is a song about "Load"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

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

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I've been down a tough road, while carrying a tough load

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone