This is a song about "Load"

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

When my memtest disk, gets a chance to load

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

Load pen of syllables

As she goes through the levels

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck