This is a song about "Abusive rehab center"

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

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I'm at the center of the epicenter right after the quake//

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Someone open up a rap rehab, it's for a good cause

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

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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