This is a song about "Making dough"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

I got something you've been waiting for

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Silly bitches gon' follow

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

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

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow