This is a song about "Mid"

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Throw u over a cliff let u choke in mid-air from a rope/

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks