This is a song about "Average"

I turn savage when rappers are half average

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

And i'm not your average rapper

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer