This is a song about "Dough boy"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

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

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

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

What's the deal with the nets though

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Get rough with me, that night flow