This is a song about "World trade center"

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade

Early adapters agree they all late

And i doubt that ever change

Spotlights on, center stage

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

With ya girl on another man's private center.

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Her pussy my dick sounds like a trade to me,

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

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

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