This is a song about "Trayvon martin freddie gray"

I told him get his 9 and run

Dexterity size of martin

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

And everybody's having sex

I see people like martin n' x

I'm a son of a gun

These days we praise martin

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I try to tell them i'm one of the

We're like martin and gina

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie