This is a song about "Popular girls"

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

You know...you know who you are

At the thought of being popular

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

And my kick game beyond crazy

Wishing girls would fucking like me

We should appreciate the girls

We ahead of the curve

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Now that girls over me

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo