This is a song about "Middle school boys"

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

My salute to you i raise the middle

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Boys tell me they love me

She going to borrow some money

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Boys oink like you in the middle

Baby i am professional

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so