This is a song about "Class middle"

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

Fuck you little comfortable middle class dual-earner homes,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,