This is a song about "Park it"

This is a walk in the park

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

And my bank account look just like a phone card

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

I'm flying big, my rhymes are going out of the park

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

No wonder why when times get hard

Plenty of space to park

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

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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