This is a song about "Bitches guns dough smoking gas"

Now them broads gon' follow

U stole my money bread and dough

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

Or id be pumping gas

So chase the air hide your stash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas