This is a song about "Central park"

But every night, i can still roll through my trailer park

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

A working genius, a work of art

On they grown man shit still standing at a park