This is a song about "Those dutch"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Like those birds i'll keep flapping

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Took me a while just to write those

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I dont even have one of those

This is love, nothing else close

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Every night i stroke hoes

So time to get trashed, forget all those

So hold back ya tears

I know some of those years

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much