This is a song about "Dutch bros"

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

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

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Smoke a dutch before the session

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

When my competition ain't much