This is a song about "South park"

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

On they grown man shit still standing at a park

South an north hemispheres are lies

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

My garage full of cars that bounce

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

February cold as my heart

Plenty of space to park

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Get played on more than your neighbourhood park

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard