This is a song about "Snare drum"

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

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

I do it by spitting to the beat of a drum

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head