This is a song about "George martin"

Murdered every bod from my squad

Caught george with a hand on his cock

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Car seats got screens in them

Dexterity size of martin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

They saying you're george rush, it's unanimous

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus