This is a song about "Dutch ovens"

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Smoke a dutch before the session

Double mg not to mention

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

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

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

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

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

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much