This is a song about "Popular whores"

You was on a bed having intercourse with four whores,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I'm popular so she might be

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

She can't be my mother

Why cant i be popular

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

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

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

I'm the jew, in the jewel store, bagging all these new whores,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again