This is a song about "Center of mass"

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

As i enter the vicinity i'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Denying the mass of rapper i've left dodging my wrath

The race war, when it's us against all of them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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