This is a song about "Private"

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

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

And trying to start today with arguments

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

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

I dont care if this is private or public