This is a song about "Popular demand"

I think it excited her

Why cant i be popular

I'm popular so she might be

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

I demand respect boy or girl ill force there head right so its twisting

I'm like a maserati you're duckin like a little fuckin volkswagen tryna stop me

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Demand he send me back just so i can shit on your face,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Then kick the door in to demand the misguided

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