This is a song about "Being popular"

For going on being

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

About the way i'm feeling

Took the form of a human being

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

But thats the life of a human being