This is a song about "Dough boy"

Like the dough ain't risin

This is my ambition

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

I could say that i'm a baller with the riches and dough,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow