This is a song about "Drum corp international"

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

I'm international, go on a flight,

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 do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

To my makers international

They just need convincing like malcolm little

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin