This is a song about "Warden park"

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

Like a small garage in your backyard

On they grown man shit still standing at a park

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

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

I swear it was dark all i did was lure her to the park

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Plenty of space to park

Soon as we start