This is a song about "Private things"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

That going through some things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Spitting things inefficiently?

I would do awful awful things

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I wanna fuck this shit, mad the public, get yo ass private as i add a hundred

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

That was my influence

Cause real niggas do real things