This is a song about "Social status"

See boy she been in love

Baby super star status

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

You propel women into goddess like status

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Social conditioning and

Fuck you if you feelin' different