This is a song about "Balencieaga island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

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

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Secret society all we ask is trust

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

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Robben island imprisoned you

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space