This is a song about "Du"

I don't fear death

Du press so i took breaths

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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