This is a song about "Malcom in the middle"

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

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

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

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

In the middle of a discussion

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Malcontents in the middle more concerned with the malice