This is a song about "Marching on"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Marching in the streets singing " we shall overcome"/

Pay dues like a hair salon

Before my time pasted on

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

My sim card's the bomb

Why do i continue on

They pick on him and step on him

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Man it goes on and on

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,