This is a song about "Average"

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

If challenged means im below average you got it wrong

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Not the average new yorker, i'm dramatical author,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

But people everywhere think i'm your average guy

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets