This is a song about "Popular"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

At the thought of being popular

Watchin me shake my flat anorexic ass, but why not try twerkin like me im popular be like miley,

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

The only time i flirt with her

Why cant i be popular

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain