This is a song about "Center"

With ya girl on another man's private center.

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Education is the center of better things

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

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