This is a song about "Du"

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

Du press so i took breaths

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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