This is a song about "Leaving middle school"

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

It's the reality of leaving,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

So we just kept leaving

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Just a couple more months then middle school bound

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

The world is so typical

I am caught in the middle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Loyalty is our middle initial,

Lady at the frank stand will

Boys oink like you in the middle

My talent should take me places i've never been

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