This is a song about "Errors"

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

All the the errors of our ways,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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