This is a song about "International call center"

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

With ya girl on another man's private center.

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

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

Its my venture, so why do you think you're the center

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Said her hearts, in a cage

Spotlights on, center stage

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,