This is a song about "Drum"

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons