This is a song about "March"

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

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

Shit man guess we dreamt too much,at least we didnt clutch and just leave and march

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

March first was simply the worst

Ummnow i dun been around the world

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

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

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

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

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