This is a song about "Canyonlands national park"

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Partakin' in the park, greenery after dark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

For local and national attention,

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection