This is a song about "Cookie dough"

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

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

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Who real bitches check me out though

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough

My screws are a little to lossely,not screwed in right but nice cookie,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow