This is a song about "Drum revolution"

Maybe start his own revolution.

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Or for a revolution

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

These other rap niggas should never be a problem