This is a song about "Blast island"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Step back while i'll blast you

I'm on the run, keep running

And blast you with his fucking

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Hit the dash blast the overpass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

Cause i got the burner in the hand