This is a song about "Private"

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

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

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Here i go again, searching for love

Riding around without a fuck given

In a private jet while i'm walking in