This is a song about "Drake being middle of the road"

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

I'm left contemplating life in the middle of the night.

My flow's frozen solid, it's the middle of winter,

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

As i light one for ill will

It's the middle, the middle

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

The differences between being queen and being bitch

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers