This is a song about "Dough boy"

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

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

It gets bigger though. they only bout the dough.

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

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

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

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

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Give it three years ill get cash and dough