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

While im bout to, go blow tree

Cause all i want is you, baby

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

U stole my money bread and dough

People love hodgy i hate you though

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

Artillery weak with guns

But this ain't physics or rocket science