This is a song about "Davis upton"

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Driving my car to a foreign place

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Cause i'm hotter than a room with kate upton undressin in

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

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Always knew where the pot was