This is a song about "Popular sovernty"

Why cant i be popular

So we'll just suffer

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

At the thought of being popular

He a message, i'm the runner

I'm popular so she might be

I was wondering maybe

Never been too popular but now they'll know my name

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid