This is a song about "Dough"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

So much dough i supply the bakery

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Give it three years ill get cash and dough

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

It gets bigger though. they only bout the dough.