This is a song about "Martin green"

I don't care what it did to them

These days we praise martin

Come see real niggas on my team

I dream of makin green/

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

You an ugly nigga, cee lo green

Miami nights, it was all a dream

You aint wantin the green,

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Murdered every bod from my squad

I'm the head coach of the team

Tummy hungry for the dull green

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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