This is a song about "The middle colonies"

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

My salute to you i raise the middle

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Got our middle fingers in the air,

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My salute to you i raise the middle

Giving the middle to neighbors, zero redemption,

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception