This is a song about "Making dough"

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

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

You collect foodstamps, i get dough

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Lost my nigga over nothing though

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Yo we're simply pulling triggers, making dough, full of liquor,

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

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

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears