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

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

And a mother who will never le-eave me

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Du press so i took breaths

So hold back ya tears

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad