This is a song about "Martin luther"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

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

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Had to wear the 13's with 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

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

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen