This is a song about "Extasy du opfer"

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Du press so i took breaths

Sweet, okay makes sense

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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,

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private