This is a song about "Private jets"

And maybe on the way get some jets and shining diamonds,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

Now move back over here to the right

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I wanna fuck this shit, mad the public, get yo ass private as i add a hundred

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Lorde said it, man it's private flights, maybach, and cristal,

Help me stay driven, my heart is a private club you just got admission,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin