This is a song about "Training center"

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm the center of terror /you better remember ur errors

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Center of their scull and watchem fall into their own pool a blood while

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

An ember burned right through the center of the spherical sinners thought

Training my craftship using people for practice

My hat is always the color of cactus