This is a song about "Riches and dough"

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

You look and sound like pillsbury n' dough

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

On this side of the tracks there's only riches and wealth

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

And then except that everybody just goes rags to riches,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello