This is a song about "Ian parker"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

I'll drink a miller, get iller, then crack jokes like phyllis diller

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Cold world no blanket son

Dexterity size of martin