This is a song about "Popular"

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

My education stopped at a high school degree

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

At the thought of being popular

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

It’s me, makavelia.k.a tha don of this whole clique