This is a song about "Sippel du lappen"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Du press so i took breaths

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back