This is a song about "The world trade center"

And nike put em on punishment they won't ever come out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I'm in the the real world

We left em a world that's cursed

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

As i enter the vicinity i'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows