This is a song about "Du jgyd"

As we give up our debts

Du press so i took breaths

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

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

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

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

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

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,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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