This is a song about "Arun palmer"

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

So go back to your cave and ride back to your trailer park,

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

The vacancy that sat in my heart

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Your rolling with the best the salisbury park pioneers

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Hot as some sriracha, you're fly as a peacock

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So take the stage just show me what you got

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god