This is a song about "Status night club bangor"

See boy she been in love

Baby super star status

'til it's like a mile long

Blew up the club i'm gone

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I explode up like supernovas status of jehovah

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

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

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

She was the queen of the club

A twenty somethin cup

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses