This is a song about "Du jgyd"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Du press so i took breaths

Wish i could shed all these tears

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

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that