This is a song about "Private jets"

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche