This is a song about "In the middle"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Want to duel? take two step forwards and we can meet in the middle

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

In the middle of a discussion

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

She never ready to go so she forever come

Woke up convulsing in the middle of an exorcism