This is a song about "Martin frobisher"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Dexterity size of martin

They like talk to em young

We're like martin and gina

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I see people like martin n' x

Roll up niggas be like sex

These days we praise martin

I pop one, you pop one

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing