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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Fuck being an architect and kissing ass,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Am sick of being stuck for grass

So chase the air hide your stash

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Being a father grand father and an uncle,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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