This is a song about "Marching on"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Now im getting them on

100 percent on everything and on my team

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

Before my time pasted on

I could go on and on and on for hours,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

When you took my hand up so calm

Try not to lead her on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Your on fire.. your on fire