This is a song about "Snare drum"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

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

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from