This is a song about "Trailer park party"

Plenty of space to park

February cold as my heart

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

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

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

And trailer park and tenement, rap or heavy metal,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Fuck niggas that dont party

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

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

So meet me at the park.

So rest your weary heart