This is a song about "Parks and rec"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Crashin every rec, passing every test, snapping every neck

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

By blasting up theme parks

Please correct me, stretch marks

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Said when i do dirt wit her