This is a song about "Coney island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Robben island imprisoned you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Going to nyc from long island

About disaster in the world and

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.