This is a song about "Matthew davis"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Rip this is for you jordan davis

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop