This is a song about "Martin o hure"

But look, she went and dialled triple o

I miss you at my recent show

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

I drop o after o of the loud,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Can’t you see just how long my run

Dexterity size of martin

I see people like martin n' x

A coward dies a thousand deaths