This is a song about "Drum majors"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this including you, miss. turn around

They gon love me for my ambition

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

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

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator