This is a song about "Middle stoner"

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Fucking u with ma middle finger

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

I can always go home and look down my street

In the middle of a discussion

My talent should take me places i've never been

Lady at the frank stand will

I am caught in the middle

It's the middle, the middle

Never seen you as lyrical

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

My salute to you i raise the middle

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

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