This is a song about "Call center"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

With ya girl on another man's private center.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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