This is a song about "Class status"

Across the nation, we don't fuck with you and awful status,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

Im getting ready to fuck up the industrys status quo

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Got my foot on the gas

Why did i take this class/

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

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

I explode up like supernovas status of jehovah

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

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

You propel women into goddess like status

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green