This is a song about "My 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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Shelled your status i swelled you like fatness leave you landless

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

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Here i go again, falling in love

Baby super star status

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Presidential status got me ballin like kobe and shaq,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Cussin' pussy and status,

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever