This is a song about "Lusage du munde"

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

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

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

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,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Du press so i took breaths

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit