This is a song about "My status on facebook"

Everyone use facebook on me.

To them it's just a story

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I explode up like supernovas status of jehovah

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Baby super star status

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

With all this hatrid, you still got time for all dat drama on ya facebook,

We know about our facebook

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look