This is a song about "Luther"

When he told martin luther king junior

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

I know that i would do that for malcolm x and luther king,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something