This is a song about "Van"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Pushing in my mama van

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I'm no fucking van goe,

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

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

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

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

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause