This is a song about "March 9"

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

I knocked you out like anesthesia

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I stand by you, i'mma tell you stand strong and march on,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Shit man guess we dreamt too much,at least we didnt clutch and just leave and march

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,