This is a song about "Malcolm in the middle"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

Woke up convulsing in the middle of an exorcism

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

I am caught in the middle

Baby i am professional

And there's little to be glad for

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Boys oink like you in the middle

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

See, i'm second to no one