Rhh:what do you think of this verse?

As soon as the drum rolls I'm picturing unloads,
I'm picturing one show that gives them an unclosed
description of one grown, and witnessing son grown,
"that boy good, and to the greats, he the one chose",
as soon as the horns lift, I picture the cautious
becoming beyond it from fear of the lost sense,
I'm picturing all them that said he was awesome
retracting their talking for fear an endorsement
may seal up their coffin, hammer to the nail,
metal to metal but he's just planning to prevail,
ghetto to ghetto they say he handle what they rail,
echo the echoes, and if he handle what they rail,
he's never been settled so if your handling is frail,
he let go the legos and tell you "catch 'em if you will",
you catch like D-Will, well and good, have you riding for your team,
until you find out you traded off the bottom of your screen,
like "let me find out", gave it every line of what I be,
until the time's out, and this shit is just not what it should be,
so every glock that ever leans and every shot that ever leaves
from off the top of where that beam is red dotting where you breathe
is in a box apparently waiting out to hear from me,
they wait aloud to hear the screams and they about whatever needs,
and their hearing's well and good so if they think they heard a
call,
they tryna hop outta that box and make you sing the words along,
serenades warrant hearing aids, ringing murder ones,
blue and whites move alike if they should think they heard a drum,
and they justifying justice, pulling triggers for the cause,
I got a big enough applause off the strength of the allure,
saying this is what it was, well if this is what becomes,
then I became what they paint as the picture never hung,
I became what they made as a glimpse of what was won