This is a song about "Snare drum"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Shit i can put snare and bass with nothing else and still get more props than yo ass,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

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