This is a song about "Social status"

When its actually just a social occasion

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

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

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream