This is a song about "Marching on"

Just to let you know, you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

My time with their half-witted reviews

You cant grab on whats on the news

Why do i continue on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

100 percent on everything and on my team

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

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on