This is a song about "World trade center"

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,

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

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

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

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

But i do quite well with all the bait

69. but still busting raps in the retirement center,

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

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