This is a song about "Dutch ovens"

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

And this will be the song that we sing

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Smoke a dutch before the session

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

They vaguely decipher my language

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We showin up, we blow the dutch