This is a song about "Martin gilch"

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

We're like martin and gina

Tequila hit me like a nina

Magic city tipping them

These days we praise martin

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

These days we praise martin

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free