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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em 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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

That's the way, you can move it baby

And a mother who will never le-eave me