This is a song about "Daniel parker"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

We're like martin and gina

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

These days we praise martin

I'm a son of gun

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Got tickets peter piper

Jt: didn't get a gift for her