This is a song about "Private jet"

Im out ready to jet i'll meet you up coast

And i drop top off in a hot cold

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Dysfunctional membrane, louder jet been, under the radar not seen

See, where i come from is hard

I'm like your own private guard

Blow minds away, spittin faster than a jet stream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

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

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head