This is a song about "Load"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Where rules get followed

That'll make ya blow your load

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

After i load the boat,

I fucking hate this job

But im a well of inspiration

Load up his nine no one defy him

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road