This is a song about "Parade"

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Run you over like it is a fucking parade

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Now i don't mean to rain on their parade, i just don't give false hope

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

There'll be a parade in my name

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

In rap is like basing parade off of cheese,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

This is how i'd evade parade when i was doing army drills,

Of my rap ray. my parade day on may.

Tell me how can we live this way