This is a song about "Coney island"

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

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

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Robben island imprisoned you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through