This is a song about "The struggles of the middle class"

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

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My flow's frozen solid, it's the middle of winter,

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

When all the upper middle class families are ten percent,