This is a song about "Private jet"

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Don't be testy, cus i got ya chicks wet like jet skis

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Blasting out some backyard

I'm like your own private guard

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

I plead with em, the system ain't right

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Keys and off i go like a jet about till kill this doctor bet