This is a song about "Max van well"

I thought van-city was home

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Pushing in my mama van