This is a song about "Le trou du cul biatch"

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

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

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

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

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,

Du press so i took breaths

I'm on deck i'm up next

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag