This is a song about "Coney island"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Robben island imprisoned you

Raised by a momma who, who

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

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

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond