This is a song about "Malcom in the middle"

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

He's grown to his full potential and a lil bigger in the middle.

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

But its in the way we text since now we exes like malcom/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Baby girl my stroke official

I am caught in the middle

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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