This is a song about "Van b"

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

B-b-back to the #future making bread out of #toast,

"could of cost your life b"

And niggas flashing crazy

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Shout out my nigga miles

But more importantly taught me to pray

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that