This is a song about "World trade center"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Education is the center of better things

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I'm at the center of the epicenter right after the quake//

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

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Givin back the sand til we center rock

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit