This is a song about "March baby"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

March first was simply the worst

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

So let’s stand strong, march on, and we take ‘em on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Well you gotta know baby

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Parents treat me like a baby

I was wondering maybe