This is a song about "Trade in the middle ages"

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Not knowing i was the only one in the middle

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Boys oink like you in the middle

Yea it look official

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Now youre stuck up in your middle ages flipping pages

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Baby i am professional

I am caught in the middle

You kids are new,youve been in the new ages

Together all the timethought it was true love