This is a song about "Drum"

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

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

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

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Carolina where i made it from