This is a song about "Dutch ovens"

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

If they could cut out all the busting

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

We showin up, we blow the dutch

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage