This is a song about "Dutch oven"

They say your name for attention

Smoke a dutch before the session

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Put him in oven, oh shit i hear police

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Oh and i forgot i'll take a microwaver oven

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

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image