This is a song about "Private porperty"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

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

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents