This is a song about "Average"

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

After party crib full of broads all naked

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

And i'm not your average rapper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

I turn savage when rappers are half average

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Took me a while just to write those

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

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

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