This is a song about "Load"

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

Break it down, roll it right, roll tight, load and light

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I got a tough course load so man check this,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Course not, i'm big like horse nut