This is a song about "Park it"

Your life like an amusement park

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

Hope all over again, we can start

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Get played on more than your neighbourhood park

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

So meet me at the park.