This is a song about "Private jet"

Injected with ket, meth, lead and jet.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

I dont care if this is private or public