This is a song about "Robin van der laan"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ironic shenanigans, you the merry men i'm robbing/robin you

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

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

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Become the king robin killin you for a crown

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms