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

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Only dreamed of middle class, and never, ever, ever rich,

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Baby girl my stroke official

It's the middle, the middle

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

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

But i let off everything i have

Used to find dope in his coat

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

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