This is a song about "Dutch"

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Smoke a dutch before the session

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

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

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

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

We showin up, we blow the dutch

I feel they praisin too much

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch