This is a song about "Martin and brad"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed