This is a song about "Drum"

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

And isaiah say one day your time will come