This is a song about "Training center"

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Training my craftship using people for practice

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

With ya girl on another man's private center.

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

Without the glovesno love for these fake desperadosand thugs i bleed to envysmoke and blow out they blunts

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Them niggas pissed, need potty training