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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

You see, i'm not just your average mc

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

You never play with young boys cause they never private

I'm just your average matter a fact i'm pass that shit

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

And i'd rather die than be average but chances are i might

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side