This is a song about "Viens du trys"

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

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

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

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Roll up niggas be like sex

Du press so i took breaths

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

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

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit