This is a song about "Private"

I wanna fuck this shit, mad the public, get yo ass private as i add a hundred

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

I make a way for my people to see the light

They don't hear my bark

I'm like your own private guard

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Between you and me i'm more exclusive than a private dance

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will