This is a song about "Dead island"

Im trying to see her in bed

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Code red, which means you go red

If not we're practically dead

Your raps are so brain dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Robben island imprisoned you

Don't fuck around and make it true

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Do you want to end up dead?!

Even when my dreams are dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

My voice make her wet

Now you wish i was dead,