This is a song about "Trailer park boys"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

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

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,

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

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To gangstas i'm a motherfuckin' redneck from a trailer park,

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

This is a walk in the park

I know my calling's worth like phone card