This is a song about "Dough"

Full of fear that their career platters ain't got dough

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Like the dough ain't risin

Go where you ain't been

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

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

It gets bigger though. they only bout the dough.

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

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