This is a song about "I got dough"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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,

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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