This is a song about "Anna martin"

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

We have nothing in common

Dexterity size of martin

When he told martin luther king junior

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

These days we praise martin

I told him get his 9 and run

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer