This is a song about "Dutch"

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

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

We showin up, we blow the dutch

I feel they praisin too much

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoke a dutch before the session

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch