This is a song about "March 9 she turns 13"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Turns on some cold water and blocks it, she layed in the tub with the

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

When she sees me she might have babies

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Let's sit back and watch the world burn, take turns, blaze chronic,

She grabs her post-it note, turns it to a kite

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Nigga, fuck the world

March first was simply the worst

She never felt a shoulder colder

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her