This is a song about "Popular"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

At the thought of being popular

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that