This is a song about "Dead island"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Finding more light to shed

Now you wish i was dead,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Im trying to see her in bed

Even when my dreams are dead