This is a song about "Martin garrix"

This is the part where we run hip hop

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

I see people like martin n' x

Roll up niggas be like sex

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

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

If a nigga didn't fake like them

These days we praise martin

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Martian oh hi there hows martin, i'd like to say i'm a gentleman quite charming