This is a song about "Drum"

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

They gon love me for my ambition

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire