This is a song about "Middle school"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Not knowing i was the only one in the middle

My salute to you i raise the middle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I am caught in the middle

Lady at the frank stand will

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

Fucking u with ma middle finger

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service