This is a song about "Popular"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Watchin me shake my flat anorexic ass, but why not try twerkin like me im popular be like miley,

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

Why cant i be popular