This is a song about "Popular"

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I'm popular so she might be

Trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Coming at each other's throats so perfectly just like how every lock has it's own individual key.

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

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

Popular quickly cos i'll stop you sickly

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

We all want that great feeling of being popular,