This is a song about "Call 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

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

Education is the center of better things

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Call me what you want call me a cheater, call me mock

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

As i enter the vicinity i'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out