This is a song about "Average"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Alas im past average in fact im a bad ass kid

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

But people everywhere think i'm your average guy

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

So if they better than the kid

Than an average idiot