This is a song about "Training to be a call center agent"

Able to call a truce

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My objective is to stop to him call that a mission/

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

You can call me a wannabe, because thats what i am im a boy who wishes to be free,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip