This is a song about "Average"

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

But people everywhere think i'm your average guy

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

I turn savage when rappers are half average