This is a song about "Private things"

That going through some things

Y'all leave bee stings

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Realising that world leans on things

I think it's more racist than ratings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Hold it..now thank you for silence

I would do awful awful things

A working genius, a work of art

I'm like your own private guard

That scary love, never get married love

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