This is a song about "Sabine wren"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

All i could see was a woodpecker trying to peck

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I’m a kamikaze and i’m a kinda cuckoo

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

These days we praise martin

Now look: the change has come

The dream of martin luther king can be put on hold

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand