This is a song about "Play dough"

She looks at my dough, drooling all over

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

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

'cuz we ain't never had shit, never had riches and dough,

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

No, just put us on death row

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

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

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

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