This is a song about "Du du du"

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

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

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Du press so i took breaths

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

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