This is a song about "Load"

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Load pen of syllables

Or closed casket for our troubles

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load