This is a song about "Drum corps"

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Come get some, you little bum

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

And the reason that i'm going

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

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

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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