This is a song about "Van halen"

I ran into a fan that ended up givin me a van, i went to my place gotta bit shit face,

Take you we dont ever have to be apart , you gave me life for that you'le always

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

Or something that you paid for

Took the van, went snatch her

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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