This is a song about "Henri van den braak"

Pushing in my mama van

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And if nobody changed then den what we say pointless

And don't you bring your camera phone

I thought van-city was home

But den i realised i aint gonna be paid...

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,