This is a song about "Martin"

I'm a son of a gun

These days we praise martin

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Truthfully don't do much, but with you trying do something

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

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