This is a song about "Marching on"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Another round what the song say

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

I respect that you don't know yet

I've become immune to you no name haters

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on