This is a song about "Making dough"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

My house was commandeered, i'm all out of dough

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

She all on my skin

Like the dough ain't risin