This is a song about "Middle stoner"

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

My salute to you i raise the middle

It's the middle, the middle

Never seen you as lyrical

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Your like young thug you a lonely stoner/

That's what rains for

No i'm not a stoner

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

I am caught in the middle

The world is so typical

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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