This is a song about "March"

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

She found out about april, so she chose to march

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

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

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

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

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

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

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