This is a song about "Load"

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

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

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

And i know u cant handle this heavy lyrical load

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and