This is a song about "Center of mass"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Highest form of affection, physical connection

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

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

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Im a mass murderer of this shit

You can feel it via spirit

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Center of their scull and watchem fall into their own pool a blood while