This is a song about "Center of mass"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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