This is a song about "What if i was popular"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I was shivering 'cause i was scared, what if as a friend she leave me.

Always knew where i was going, what i was about

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

Only if you had enough sense to tell what was true

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Because i was what you’re missing.

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I was thirsty for that alcohol, what really killed me was temptation.

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

And there's little to be glad for

Why cant i be popular

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

But i rap cos the popular emcees are crap