This is a song about "Malcom in the middle"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

We split the ends in the middle with a bit of friends

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

A rapper & a lyricist, i'm kinda in the middle

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

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

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

And my songs when they reach they official

Boys oink like you in the middle

Not knowing i was the only one in the middle

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

In the middle of a discussion

The world should turn as soon as my records spin