This is a song about "Private jet"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

With ya girl on another man's private center.

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

I dont care if this is private or public

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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