This is a song about "Status night club bangor"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

To reds i ain't know how to act

Stimulating night in club type of fact

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Who's sneaking in the club?

They like talking, its like gossip

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Listen--this is the status quo. and even though my lines overflow

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

And treat the beat like sanitized nazi pussies, i'm a german

Need to recognize my status, i'm the baddest, that is certain

She was the queen of the club

I know you're mad, but so what