This is a song about "Average"

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

And i'm not your average rapper

You told me god was the answer

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

But people everywhere think i'm your average guy

You see, i'm not just your average mc

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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

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

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right