This is a song about "Drum set"

Competition on the court

Reaches to set a record

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

The songs were so dumb, hearin' them almost blew off my ear drum.

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Come get some, you little bum

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

Like sally mae on college debt

Performed in the same set

Your raps stink like opening paint, it's game set

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

I created this image

Set fire to this bitch