This is a song about "Popular kids and school and being your self"

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

Stuck in a vice, hide your kids and hide your wife

They tested with stress that they under

At the thought of being popular

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And speak to suburban kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist

This is like love, that you can never get

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

We all want that great feeling of being popular,