This is a song about "Drum kit"

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Blood flows thick, sewing kit needed to stitch.

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

I aint for no apologies break a bitch back like kit kat

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I'm hopping in the game without a manual or starter kit

Wanna break ya off, come kit-kat you

And word i blew off herb i grew

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from