This is a song about "The world trade center"

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

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

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Hopefully the next album can help me out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I ain't religious, just for the drug trade

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate