This is a song about "Load"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

This boa, what's your motivation

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

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