This is a song about "Martin scorsese"

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

These days we praise martin

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

These days we praise martin

What up girl, tell me how you been