This is a song about "Drum kit"

Double mg not to mention

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

A sedative saves me from a medic kit

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

A gateway to louder things like powdered speed soon outta reach

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

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Your heart was false just like the words you said