This is a song about "Drum"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some