This is a song about "March"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I still march on, stand strong, rage and i give ‘em hell

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

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

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

March first was simply the worst

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

She found out about april, so she chose to march

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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