This is a song about "March break"

Never felt like being this close to break,

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

All these laws your too pussy to break

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

She found out about april, so she chose to march

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

I walked up and asked what's wrong

This is my break-up song,

March first was simply the worst

But i murder him first