This is a song about "Marching on"

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom

Cause i already moved on

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

100 percent on everything and on my team

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

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

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

I could go on and on and on for hours,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers