This is a song about "Average nigga"

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Thing is, i aint average, im exceptional

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Now you can rip an average rapper not the rappin this track

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Lifting your bitch like blaine - what a shame she's an average jane

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep