This is a song about "March"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

March first was simply the worst

We left em a world that's cursed

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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