This is a song about "How popular i am"

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Lying to yourself, all over an image

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap