This is a song about "Popular"

At the thought of being popular

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

La'mare, his brother said hang in there my little solider things will get better believe me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

Here i go again, falling in love again

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

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap