This is a song about "That booty doe"

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Cat is doin' what he know just to make doe

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Look how the buzz will grow

Got so much fucking doe/

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Bitches shake their booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

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

As this booty quakes lakes,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates