This is a song about "Average"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

They love me cause they love an average joe

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

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

With only two songs, look at what i did

Than an average idiot

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

An average citizen i think not

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot