This is a song about "Dough"

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Don’t like to see when she talk

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low