This is a song about "Drum corps"

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 people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

So keep fronting till my peeps come

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I make songs about shit for attention

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

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