This is a song about "Mid"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for