This is a song about "How much i hate populars"

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

See what's in the scheme? that's how much i hate their meaningless, horrid mess

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Just kidding i hate pretty much everything but you

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Who knows how much i accumulated over the years

Say how much i hate everyone, and then you'll know its me?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

How much potential i have, it's confirming/