This is a song about "Private school"

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

My friends were off at school

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

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

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance