This is a song about "Dutch bros"

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Never agree with that message

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much