This is a song about "Dutch"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

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

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

They vaguely decipher my language

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

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

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot