This is a song about "Abusive rehab center"

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

I tried to fit and admit this bad ship to go through rehab.

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

With ya girl on another man's private center.

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors

Hoping someday i too will be the "center of attention"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Its my venture, so why do you think you're the center