This is a song about "Average"

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

But people everywhere think i'm your average guy

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Name, like he's the champion, an average kid/

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

And i'm not your average rapper

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket