This is a song about "Van welsenes"

You know i be teasing, though

I'm no fucking van goe,

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

You, you, you have to pay for that

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

I thought van-city was home

Be shy when we're all alone

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

I understand, i'm back by popular demand