This is a song about "Drummer boys"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer

Addicted like boys on needles,

As she goes through the levels

Bitches is artificially duck

Grease hot feeling, boys burning up

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And this bass is like a drummer in my backseat

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Boys wearing that hardy

I got the right to be cocky

Boys tell me they love me

I came up hungry

Now you speaking my language

Boys took his brain hostage,