This is a song about "Middle stoner"

I am caught in the middle

I don't need no single

Baby girl my stroke official

It's the middle, the middle

Middle school was finally done

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

They just don't give a fuck

Stick my middle fingers, what up.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

For the whole week, no time for cold feet