This is a song about "Center of mass"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Education is the center of better things

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I'm the center of light that can pull you from the dull abyss

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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