This is a song about "The park"

You're stepping into the wrong ball park, you can't even spit hard.

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

I'm comin' out the south but yo i ain't a redneck trailer park,

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

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