This is a song about "Drum corps"

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

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

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

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

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

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them