This is a song about "Chasing dough"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Boy im out here chasing money

Like the dough ain't risin

Where god at? i need to call him

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Into the temptations/ these voices and faces keep #chasing,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Now im dreaming chasing

I was born to do the damn thing

'cuz we ain't never had shit, never had riches and dough,

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow