This is a song about "My name dough my name dough"

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Flow switch, my dough itch, fuck that, i'm abusing her,

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Hi! my name is... (huh?) my name is... (what?)

So we can live again

They crucifying my name

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Till i cant remember my name

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame