This is a song about "Broken road to home"

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Streaks are made to broken

And when it's said and done

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I'm on the road to the riches.

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Your story ends its time to go home

Streaks are made to broken

But girl you got me open

I'm puffing the bud to give up on the road

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

And last but not least please don't tell no one