This is a song about "Dutch oven"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Smoke a dutch before the session

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

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

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven