This is a song about "Private jets"

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

See, and now life seem hard

I'm like your own private guard

But this ain't no philosophy so don't worry about the jets

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

I dont care if this is private or public

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

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

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

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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