This is a song about "Keke palmer"

So go back to your cave and ride back to your trailer park,

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Bitch i'm bout a chick, i went and crashed the rover

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

It's just my soda mixed with brown

If north is up and south is down

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga