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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

And a mother who will never le-eave me

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq