This is a song about "Coney island"

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

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