This is a song about "Status"

You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Cussin' pussy and status,

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

Go to school, practice conforming to become cool, to increase my status.

Until i realized she was fucking for the status

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I feel im the best just aint got the status yet.

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

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

You propel women into goddess like status

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Across the nation, we don't fuck with you and awful status,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love