This is a song about "Flights"

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

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

6 flights of.. stairs not missing a step

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Cause when i make this stew

1st flights these bitches know we do

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

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought