This is a song about "Average"

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Than an average idiot

You, you, you have to pay for that

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

If challenged means im below average you got it wrong