This is a song about "4 kids on an island"

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

If ballin’ was a crime, i’d be in jail

Cause this random kids an atheist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm an iphone 4 and you're a 1994 pager