This is a song about "Popular"

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Why cant i be popular

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

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

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

The one 'n only popular socialite lonewolf mcquade.

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

We all want that great feeling of being popular,

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

At the thought of being popular

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that