This is a song about "March"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

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

She found out about april, so she chose to march

You in the past me and future on the same watch

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

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