This is a song about "Robin van der laan"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Pushing in my mama van

I thought van-city was home

You're the corner stone

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

Pushing in my mama van

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

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

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

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit