This is a song about "Dutch bros"

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

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

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

We hustle to survive

You and joe bros for life

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun