This is a song about "Flights"

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, maybach, and cristal,

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Now move back over here to the right

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Private flights, bookin' 'em, crooked, shinin' bright,

Private flights, finest wine, broads, fame, chains, diamonds,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

6 flights of.. stairs not missing a step

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Show our voices, we’re the backbone, we ain’t booking private flights,