This is a song about "Dough boy"

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Like curses on the radio

U stole my money bread and dough

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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