This is a song about "Martin garrix"

These days we praise martin

I told him get his 9 and run

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

For those whey no fit dey fix son

These days we praise martin

Celebrate the very day that i get past

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

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