This is a song about "Average"

After party crib full of broads all naked

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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

If challenged means im below average you got it wrong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Than the average but you won't have a cabbage

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

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