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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

Du press so i took breaths

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

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

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,

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you