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

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Du press so i took breaths

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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