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

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

The middle class suburban kids are cryin', and slittin' wrists,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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

It's the middle, the middle

Baby i am professional

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,