This is a song about "Status night club bangor"

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Talking about fight club,

I said i don’t give a fuck

She can make a pimp fall in love

Cussin' pussy and status,

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Zombie status, bloody scenes like round eighteen

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

Blew up the club i'm gone

'til it's like a mile long