This is a song about "Drum corps"

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

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

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

She never ready to go so she forever come