This is a song about "Private"

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

In a private jet while i'm walking in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I dont care if this is private or public

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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