This is a song about "World trade center"

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

With ya girl on another man's private center.

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Givin back the sand til we center rock

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I wouldn't trade you for the world, you're all that i need.

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

Education is the center of better things

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

The proverbial lemonade that i made

As the words invade and we all wanna trade

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

You gonna find ya self in the trauma center,