This is a song about "Lusage du munde"

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,

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Du press so i took breaths

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you