This is a song about "Center"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

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

With ya girl on another man's private center.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Its my venture, so why do you think you're the center

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around