This is a song about "Drum corps"

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

It's slight blemishes and life system

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem