This is a song about "Dylan lewis"

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Thought the paul walker disses were over