This is a song about "Dough boy"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

I'mma do this fast or slow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Hit the club she drop it low