This is a song about "Drum"

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

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

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

You just working with the scraps you was given

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

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