This is a song about "Am smoking loud in getting money"

Am level headed getting head of a heifer,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

No wussy niggas allowed while i'm smoking on this loud

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

Here i am once again in my home town,where the music is loud

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football