This is a song about "Flights"

I can smell it when i go outside

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

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Steady bookin' flights, nigga we alright,

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

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

1st flights these bitches know we do

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

6 flights of.. stairs not missing a step

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help