This is a song about "God of murder"

So take the stage just show me what you got

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

That i will leave earth with her

Thoughts of bloody murder.

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

No need to pray, god dont forive for self murder thats what the bible say

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god