This is a song about "Make that doe"

Im talkin about more doe

In the club like fuck it, though

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Cus now im think about mo doe

To impress a chick

That they make me fucking sick

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Gone head an make that money

That would make a helluva story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

That make me want to swear

Woah there, woah there

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no