This is a song about "Load"

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

After i load the boat,

I put it down your throat

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

Together all the timethought it was true love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,