This is a song about "Marching on"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

Swisher almost gone, hold on

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

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

100 percent on everything and on my team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Cause i already moved on

That's word to my mom

Now im getting them on

Pay dues like a hair salon