This is a song about "President martin van buren"

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

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

We on a world tour, wale your man

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

Investing, infesting, digesting your residents, including the bent, president.

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

My ambition to blow

I'm no fucking van goe,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Unanimously named the game's president/

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Waiting on the change promised by the president

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,