This is a song about "Alexandra davis"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Rip this is for you jordan davis

And i ain't never plan to be famous

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

This is no trial, this a closed case