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

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

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

This is something different

Cause i can spit it fast with the rest of the class.

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

They'll probably think i'm middle class 'cuz i don't press the metal,

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Motivated just from being broke