This is a song about "Drum corps"

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons