This is a song about "Dutch rudder"

Whilst your brother spins the rudder

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Wait, now it's about eight something

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

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

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Two blondies at the same time, call it double dutch

We showin up, we blow the dutch

They vaguely decipher my language

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

Catch you up on places i've been

Smoke a dutch before the session