This is a song about "Trayvon martin"

These days we praise martin

Magic city tipping them

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

When he told martin luther king junior

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

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

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking