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

Like an apple from a tree

Wanna see you work your body

Bad bitches never loved them though

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Here i am swinging from tree to tree like a chimpanzee/

Artillery weak with guns

3m's on my new balance

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

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Girl listen, trying to position

Like the dough ain't risin

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

I know sounds like the usual shit, the riches and dough,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow