This is a song about "My status"

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

My hat is always the color of cactus

You propel women into goddess like status

If you feel it, it must be real just

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Just to attain the freedom status to everyone with hatred

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Politics can save,politics can destroy its only here for status and power

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Fuck betta go check on my status!