This is a song about "Grade point average"

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

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Took me a while just to write those

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Someone who couldn’t meet the gpa average line,

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

If challenged means im below average you got it wrong

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Going straight to the point, the blueprint is on point

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

They vaguely decipher my language

I turn savage when rappers are half average

Since third grade i been packin bowls

And these shape-shifting hoes