This is a song about "Dead island"

Robben island imprisoned you

Raised by a momma who, who

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Now you wish i was dead,

Sunroof flow so over your head

Your raps are so brain dead

I respect that you don't know yet

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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