This is a song about "Status night club bangor"

Together all the timethought it was true love

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Beat 'em up, and see them go on facebook to make them crap status.

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

Cussin' pussy and status,

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Stimulating night in club type of fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Baby super star status