This is a song about "Popular"

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

At the thought of being popular

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three