This is a song about "Dutch"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

My mama smoked so god damn much

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Ik heb een stroom, dutch, almost like the redbull astronaut

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Smoke a dutch before the session

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch