This is a song about "Martan luther"

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

When he told martin luther king junior

Matter of fact go ask they schools how many jerseys they was moving

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

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

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

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold