This is a song about "Walking through the park"

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

So meet me at the park.

February cold as my heart

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

From the time that you stole my heart

This is a walk in the park

But you don't have a chance

Walking to town on the tracks

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates