This is a song about "Popular annoying girl"

The same mainstream annoying game deploying fame

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Now i'm a dick and annoying call me a wasp

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

And he, what's his name, earl

You get paid for that girl

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Your so fucking annoying i should call you a parakeet,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

At the thought of being popular

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer