This is a song about "Baller status"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Beat 'em up, and see them go on facebook to make them crap status.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

You propel women into goddess like status

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Listen--this is the status quo. and even though my lines overflow

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

While these baller-rappers floss and brag about buyin' porsches,

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I explode up like supernovas status of jehovah