This is a song about "Chasing dough"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

People love hodgy i hate you though

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Boy im out here chasing money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree