This is a song about "Du bist mein bester freund sven"

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Du press so i took breaths

Sweet, okay makes sense

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track