This is a song about "World trade center"

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

If its not couture, i will not go to her

They trade semen as their holes fill up by the liter

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

If there was someway they could benefit from the trade

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

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

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Time to get paid, blow up like the world trade