This is a song about "March"

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

#right #see, #i'm #pisces, so i'll #march till i'm #ghost,

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

It's that crack, give you something to sell

She found out about april, so she chose to march

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

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

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

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,