This is a song about "Martin lut"

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

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

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

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

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

These days we praise martin

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I see people like martin n' x