This is a song about "Popular"

Why cant i be popular

Going broke, no sir

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

She was popular, but i was shy and meek. a boy viewed as weak.

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take