This is a song about "Popular"

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

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

Shitty little slutty wannabe you calliope or a newbie please don't bug me if you need me

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly