This is a song about "Call center"

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

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

Call me homophobic,

It's all good, finna dog that

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I'm the center of light that can pull you from the dull abyss

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

With ya girl on another man's private center.