This is a song about "Dutch"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

First off congratulations on the win

Smoke a dutch before the session

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

We charging you niggas up you like it or not