This is a song about "Load"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

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

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

For now everything just seem so right

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

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Load pen of syllables

Our girls is the models

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke