This is a song about "Dough boy"

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

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

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below