This is a song about "Braiden martin spartin"

They'll have to rename this one

These days we praise martin

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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