This is a song about "Average"

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

I turn savage when rappers are half average

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

And i'm not your average rapper

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

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

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

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Name, like he's the champion, an average kid/

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes