This is a song about "Coney island"

Robben island imprisoned you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Going to nyc from long island

Im happier when high and drunk

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island