This is a song about "Dough flow hoe"

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

But no, i got to get the dough to flow like weak minds,

If they be man or hoe.

Turning to ground zero

Through thick and thin

Like the dough ain't risin

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough