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

I'm left contemplating life in the middle of the night.

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

So if it comes down, may the best man win

In the middle of a discussion

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The middle class sees it as where worthless trash roams,

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

This is something different

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes