This is a song about "That dough"

Like the dough ain't risin

One time give it up for him

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

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Had i not been exposed to these things

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Subject matter’s all about the riches and dough,

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though