This is a song about "A dutch girl"

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

And once i met a good girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Ima go until my arm's sore

Christian dior your girl is a whore

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

But i doubt youd ever want to go back to being dutch

That girl meant a lot to me

Looking at your money

When my competition ain't much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch