This is a song about "Popular teen"

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Your my queen and even though i'm a teen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Undespitable best extreme teen regime, you scream for more

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

The way she walks and causes a fuss

A teen with ugly braces

Just before they seen my money in the green

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Why cant i be popular

And there's little to be glad for