This is a song about "Popular"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

I'm like a maserati you're duckin like a little fuckin volkswagen tryna stop me

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

Why cant i be popular

And while i’m in your mother

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

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

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa