This is a song about "Amy du"

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Du press so i took breaths

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Cuz nowadays i'm banging girl named amy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it