This is a song about "Dutch oven"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

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

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Lyrical oven burning,wrecking rappers like it's nothing.

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Oh and i forgot i'll take a microwaver oven

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots