This is a song about "Dutch oven"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

No one goes to the oven to silence their whistle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Because you know i keep my fucking heat packed like an oven,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Oh and i forgot i'll take a microwaver oven

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Grown men never should bite their tongue

They say your name for attention

Smoke a dutch before the session