This is a song about "Center"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

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

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts