This is a song about "Coney island"

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Robben island imprisoned you

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Going to nyc from long island

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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