This is a song about "Errors"

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

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

But then i find more errors than your cells spell checker

All the the errors of our ways,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

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

Shout to them girls in the club that don't fuck with they professors