This is a song about "Alcatraz island"

Carcasses lined up besting alcatraz

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Robben island imprisoned you

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk