This is a song about "Load"

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne