This is a song about "Private porperty"

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

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

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Private interests use college for profit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

I dont care if this is private or public

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

With ya girl on another man's private center.

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