This is a song about "Tractor trailer"

But every night, i can still roll through my trailer park

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

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

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

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

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

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

In a southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,