This is a song about "Load"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

I'm the king of the cityyoung money, young mullah

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load