This is a song about "Brandon moore"

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Then died hard like bruce willis, though the death with not insisted

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

Benjamin paston and glue jackson

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

One time for the ville that cole rep

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I see people like martin n' x

So this is the time, memento mori,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see