This is a song about "Parks and recreations"

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

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

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

I don't care what it did to them

And get it again and again

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

If you wanna be the first to drive mini stars to parks

This is something different

And remember what i said and

But with a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut