This is a song about "Center of mass"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

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

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

Im a mass murderer of this shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done