This is a song about "Private jet"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I dont care if this is private or public

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

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

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

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

You a grounded airplane me, im fly like a jet

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

The bitches is everything in between

Blow minds away, spittin faster than a jet stream