This is a song about "Balencieaga island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Robben island imprisoned you

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Going to nyc from long island

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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