This is a song about "Flights"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

6 flights of.. stairs not missing a step

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

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

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind