This is a song about "Middle stoner"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Multiple middle fingers in the air

You females don't understand i'm in no mood for games/it's a damn shame/ how

He asked me if i've smoked he turned me to a stoner, a stoner (smoking now)

Middle school was finally done

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Just lay your head on my shoulder

My nickname is stoner

I'm on this beat, like a stoner on weed.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

In fact, my hat is in tact with the fubu pull over

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Loyalty is our middle initial,

I don't need no single

I am caught in the middle