This is a song about "Grant martin"

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

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Dexterity size of martin

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I see people like martin n' x

Roll up niggas be like sex

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill