This is a song about "Drum corp international"

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

Your ex is so desprite he needs an international date line

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Race is international my father isn't actual