This is a song about "Cample martin"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

These days we praise martin

Car seats got screens in them

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

Oh, mama got a visa

We're like martin and gina

Dexterity size of martin

Top ranked, number one my son

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that