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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

In the middle of a discussion

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

In the middle of the night, i just might, use my knife,

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Now hey little mama

Stuck in the middle of a...

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Can't even feel the tip of my middle finger

So alone on this road again, until the end of time.

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine