This is a song about "Load"

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I thought it'd get better but

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Used to find dope in his coat

After i load the boat,