This is a song about "Trailer park boys"

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

So go back to your cave and ride back to your trailer park,

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential