This is a song about "Center"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

After every show, a dream she hold

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

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

I'm at the center of the epicenter right after the quake//

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit