This is a song about "Coney island"

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

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

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

With such an ugly picture in it and

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch