This is a song about "Being popular"

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Mama made her pretty

I'm popular so she might be

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But thats the life of a human being

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

For going on being

Let my angel sing

And while i’m in your mother

Why cant i be popular

Or was i just a desolate being

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating