This is a song about "Van halen"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Be shy when we're all alone

I thought van-city was home

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

So i can understand police victims

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van