This is a song about "Quan doe"

Ima keep that on the low

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

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Cus now im think about mo doe

Turning to ground zero

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Got so much fucking doe/

But im glad it didnt doe

Maybe we just need to slow

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Cat is doin' what he know just to make doe

Lost my nigga over nothing though