This is a song about "Load"

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

To shoot a load on your blinded retina.

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Of support i can load,

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos