This is a song about "Justice for mike brown"

Ever heard of poetic justice?

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Now move back over here to the right

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

I pray you send an angel down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I-i'ma take her down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Hungry for justice i'm past this injustice

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown