This is a song about "Smoking loud marijuana missing my momma"

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

There must be some part of my brain missing

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

Pimpin' this shit up, hittin' ho's, yet respect for my momma.

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

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Marijuana my profession

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection