This is a song about "Matt lewis"

Tryna find the one

Now cook me a meal, gordon

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

We're like martin and gina

My all gold rolly or the

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

These days we praise martin

I do the right thing

One two right hook left jabbing,