This is a song about "Popular kids versus nerd"

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Like i'm a sick nerd ill thoughts with a quick verse,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I'm popular so she might be

You filthy nerd, sittin' in front of my desk

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I'm from the number one place on the map

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Except i don't crash into mine, your just another angry nerd/

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered