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

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

It's the middle, the middle

I don't need no single

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for