This is a song about "Average"

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

People love hodgy i hate you though

They love me cause they love an average joe

I turn savage when rappers are half average

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far