This is a song about "Middle stoner"

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

The pain is horrible and for michael i gotta make it through somehow.

So i chose to be a stoner to escape from this unreality

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Coroners comfort your mama

Stuck in the middle of a...

My salute to you i raise the middle

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

I am caught in the middle

As i light one for ill will

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

I know you're mad, but so what

My nickname is stoner

That i will leave earth with her