This is a song about "Emily van kessel"

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Better yet they work my every nerve

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

Get rough with me, that night flow

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

You heard van city's finest man, so back the hell up off me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops