This is a song about "Coney island"

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Robben island imprisoned you

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying