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

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

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Du press so i took breaths

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

(ball so hard) let’s get faded, le meurice for like 6 days

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

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,