This is a song about "Center"

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

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

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold