This is a song about "Drum corps"

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

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

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