This is a song about "Aston martin"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Girls fast how jamaicans run

These days we praise martin

He tried tossing to andre johnson

These days we praise martin

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I see people like martin n' x

We're like martin and gina

Oh, mama got a visa