This is a song about "Load"

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

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

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

From the womb, my newborn child

Let a load off ya mind

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known