This is a song about "Du b"

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

B-lo's got the back of me

But am i less holy

Cause some of you bitches funny

"could of cost your life b"

Third ward general, young cash money

Imma take over new b

Than the muse of a family

I don't need no props b/

Rap is music with real substance b

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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