This is a song about "Marching on"

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm on deck i'm up next

Relying on myself

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

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

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Relying on myself

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition