This is a song about "Martin and brad"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

We're like martin and gina

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

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

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one