This is a song about "Drum"

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

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

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

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

I know that love it could begin

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

And isaiah say one day your time will come