This is a song about "Dough"

Ballin til the buzzer blow

No. wheat. bread. please give me that white dough

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

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

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

U stole my money bread and dough

We magnetizing the ghetto