This is a song about "Chris martin"

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

My drive is like no one

Dexterity size of martin

I got a friend named chris rent

Carol city or was it the west

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

When he told martin luther king junior

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million