This is a song about "Loading"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

I’m locking and loading, keeping my weapon to burst,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

So i will smoke dope , loading bowel after bowel.

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Bun b, i’m underground king

Man, you're still loading