This is a song about "Van gilse"

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

And knock blunt ashes into their caskets and laugh it off

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

It's van scoy, told you i can rap