This is a song about "Alex luther"

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

When he told martin luther king junior

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

I know that i would do that for malcolm x and luther king,

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy