This is a song about "Load"

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

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

And bijies like im out and

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

To my unborn child

Let a load off ya mind

Of support i can load,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke