This is a song about "Dough boy"

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

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

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Look how the buzz will grow

Gin makes me sin

Like the dough ain't risin

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

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,