This is a song about "Drum corps"

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

He been waiting for his connection to come

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

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

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them