This is a song about "Big daddy van lier"

I don't give damn about grands see my mind's on a grammy

With a daughter looking up to me always screaming "go daddy!"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Im a sinner, a pathological lier, a motherfucking messiah,

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

I thought van-city was home

Know i just call it head phone

Pushing in my mama van

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay

Up beside your mommy and daddy

But five years from now i bet she see

Saying they this and that

It's van scoy, told you i can rap