This is a song about "Flights"

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

There is a light that shines

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

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

1st flights these bitches know we do

Don't fuck around and make it true