This is a song about "Clive palmer"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

You can never knit the rhymes like me try and get your palm cut

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over