This is a song about "Mid summers eve"

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

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

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

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

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober