This is a song about "Average"

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right

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

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And that i spent the night with her

And i'm not your average rapper

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

An average citizen i think not

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

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

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit