This is a song about "March"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

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

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

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

She found out about april, so she chose to march

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Imbue a march, right foot then left foot,

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

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

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

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