This is a song about "Center"

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts

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

With ya girl on another man's private center.

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see