This is a song about "Smoking on this dough"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

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

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

And i'm still smoking that green but i've got my head on straight this time

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks