This is a song about "Balencieaga island"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Going to nyc from long island

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

A nigga sellinsince shorty i've been livin' like defiant

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

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Robben island imprisoned you

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

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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