This is a song about "Careless status updates"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You propel women into goddess like status

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

I explode up like supernovas status of jehovah

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

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

Until i realized she was fucking for the status

Go to school, practice conforming to become cool, to increase my status.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'll take a fucking ax to their head and then use it all careless

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

I feel im the best just aint got the status yet.

Need to recognize my status, i'm the baddest, that is certain

Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban