This is a song about "The world trade center"

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Education is the center of better things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar countsbusters is jealous and half these niggas is punks

Felt adventurous, sent you petulant menaces to the center of executive terrorists

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

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

But for long time i had gone cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Givin back the sand til we center rock

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot