This is a song about "Drum corps"

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

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

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum