This is a song about "Private jet"

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

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

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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