This is a song about "Flights tickets"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

1st flights these bitches know we do

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

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

Take your time when you’re with me baby

All who bought tickets is with me,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids