This is a song about "Luther"

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You is not hip then i can not coach her

When he told martin luther king junior

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,