This is a song about "Brooke taylor martin"

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

We're like martin and gina

Oh, mama got a visa

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

Dexterity size of martin

If a nigga didn't fake like them