This is a song about "Average"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And i'm not your average rapper

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Alas im past average in fact im a bad ass kid

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat