This is a song about "March"

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

I stand by you, i'mma tell you stand strong and march on,

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

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

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

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

March first was simply the worst

Just woke up and screamed, fuck the world

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

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