This is a song about "Du"

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

Du press so i took breaths

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and 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,