This is a song about "Load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

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

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Cause i dropped my load all over like some mace

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Of support i can load,