This is a song about "Dutch ovens"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

We showin up, we blow the dutch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Smoke a dutch before the session