This is a song about "Davis"

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

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

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Rip this is for you jordan davis

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes