This is a song about "Drum majors"

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it very visible

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

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

Couple deals on the table i'm conversating with majors

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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