This is a song about "Van"

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

I thought van-city was home

Pushing in my mama van

Playboy, i don't own that man

Fucking in the van driveing the bang bus,im crazy i hang nuts,

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

One time for the 305, though

I'm no fucking van goe,