This is a song about "Call center"

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade