This is a song about "Being dutch"

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

I believed in a higher being.

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

And she would do anything for everything

But thats the life of a human being

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I’m being sarcastic,

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb