This is a song about "Dough flow hoe"

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Where they find me, 16 on death row

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Who real bitches check me out though

I flow to hustle, but how hustle flows, it negates how i flow-hustle for dough

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Silly bitches gon' follow

I not chasing no hoe

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Flo flo flow bad dad catch a cab hoe in my habitat

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

I'm here to mold you from raw dough through my flow

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

This prada make me shallow