This is a song about "Trayvon"

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Trayvon martin wore a hoodie and probably spoke ebonics,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand