This is a song about "Load"

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

I lead the city in requests, but don't do nothing

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road