This is a song about "Keke palmer"

I know my calling's worth like phone card

As a murk to lurk in the dark by the park

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Going crazy like i'm at an amusement park

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I'm only playin cause ya know i'm a gentleman

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

You need to take your ass back across the trailor park

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Need to get your clip pierced, look at you, hip, your britney spears

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveler,