This is a song about "Jackson martin"

When he told martin luther king junior

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Mj or michael jackson whatever you call him

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Light this shit up like christmas trees on michael jackson,

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Dexterity size of martin

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

I can only imagine

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having