This is a song about "Vincent van gogh"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

I fucked yo mom in the the back of her van

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

Where you welcome to problems

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Now im stuck in van, but that's okay