This is a song about "Geek vs popular"

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Why cant i be popular

And i ain't frontin for her

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

I'm from the number one place on the map

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Elite geek speaks unique, sleek with mystique, sweet technique

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Never been too popular but now they'll know my name

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience