This is a song about "Dough"

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

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

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

U stole my money bread and dough

Man i spit that pimp talk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

It gets bigger though. they only bout the dough.

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

So much dough i supply the bakery