This is a song about "Trayvon martin freddie gray"

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Getting gangahead in the ashton martin

These days we praise martin

What up girl, tell me how you been

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Magic city tipping them

These days we praise martin