This is a song about "Average"

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

An average citizen i think not

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

And i'd rather die than be average but chances are i might

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Alas im past average in fact im a bad ass kid

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

Than an average idiot

I'm gettin' bitches to strip