This is a song about "George martin"

These days we praise martin

I don't care what it did to them

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

When he told martin luther king junior

But got comma’s in my statement

George washington, and the rest in the basement

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created