This is a song about "Average"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

And that will average out to about one good hour's sleep

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Thing is, i aint average, im exceptional

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right