This is a song about "Dough boy"

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Like the dough ain't risin

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

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