This is a song about "Training center"

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

Training my craftship using people for practice

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Them niggas pissed, need potty training

Your eyes are amazing

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I'm at the center of the epicenter right after the quake//