This is a song about "Waterton park"

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

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

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

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

Fuck, meet me at the park.

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

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

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

You shook my world and it felt apart

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

On they grown man shit still standing at a park

Plenty of space to park

We raiders of the lost ark