This is a song about "Raad van kinderen"

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

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

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

I'm planting c4 in the back of a delivery van

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

If you got one you can speak to my revolver have that shit give you a clip that's 365 days

I ran into a fan that ended up givin me a van, i went to my place gotta bit shit face,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/