This is a song about "We in the middle central"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Malcontents in the middle more concerned with the malice

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

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

Multiple middle fingers in the air

They're tryin to say that i don't care

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

With a #thick #lens #in #the #middle, i'm excluded 'n' laughed at

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

In the middle of nowhere my mind on off switch

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

In the middle of the night, i just might, use my knife,