This is a song about "Middle school worst years of my life rafe"

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

I'm left contemplating life in the middle of the night.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Can't even feel the tip of my middle finger

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I can only imagine

Middle school was finally done

For the first 12 years of my life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

And this the endso good luck with your career

When 2013 passed along in my first middle school year

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/