This is a song about "Quan doe"

And her smile lit up the room

Doe about now as i assume

And riches and doe you already know when i walk throught the door,

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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

Cat is doin' what he know just to make doe

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down

Fuck a freestyle, i ain't frisco, even though i still get doe, we all drown,

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Im talkin about more doe

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

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

But im glad it didnt doe

This summer gone be mine though