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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

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

In the middle of a discussion

Catch you up on places i've been

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

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

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes