This is a song about "Marching on"

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

100 percent on everything and on my team

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

Before my time pasted on

Your on fire.. your on fire

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And if you pay for that yourself

Relying on myself

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Burning up,turn the fan on/