This is a song about "Being popular"

Why cant i be popular

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

She say she love me more than anything

Took the form of a human being

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

For going on being

And she would do anything for everything

Or was i just a desolate being

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done