This is a song about "The march of selma"

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Niggas talk with limited service

The things im most scared of

Take her back to where i live

Of the book of your life

Redan road, that’s my street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Step to the beat and march on parliament strapped with heat

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel