This is a song about "Travon martin"

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

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

I see people like martin n' x

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

We're like martin and gina

Oh yeah, pops got a visa