This is a song about "A dutch girl"

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

It'll last for all these crazy days

Oo girl, what a disgrace

Girl, now i'm not a complainer

Three quarter bills later

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I finally got a girl, mom!/

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Come on girl, lets take a drive downtown

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

That a girl really wanted

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch