This is a song about "The world trade center"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

We left em a world that's cursed

I'm in the the real world

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I feel like i'm stuck like i'm sitting in the center seat

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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