This is a song about "Load"

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

She was the queen of the club

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Load up the rifle, so damn predictable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I know you just doing your job

After i load the boat,

You pay your favorite stripper car note

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

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

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat