This is a song about "Coney island"

Robben island imprisoned you

Cause when i make this stew

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

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

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

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

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

If you ever feel alone and

Going to nyc from long island

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one