This is a song about "Being stuck on an island"

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Im stuck being blinded by the shining lights

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Your rap is #mindfucked, your #flat line's stuck, my verse on the mic's like an #assit #burns!

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

For going on being

Fuck it, im leaving

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Stuck on point like a dart throw

Maybe we just need to slow

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

They are an illuminati puppet, being pulled on their strings,