This is a song about "Viens du trys"

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

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

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

Everybody trys to beat that easy but hell it would make perpetual motion look easy

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

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,

Sweet, okay makes sense

Du press so i took breaths