This is a song about "Martin devine"

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Got a dream like martin, and i must see it be complete/

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

I gotta know if it's real or not

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

When he told martin luther king junior

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

These days we praise martin

Just a place that they can come