This is a song about "Dead island"

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

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Im trying to see her in bed

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Boom! now that she is dead

Ain't finna peak yet

My god come before this bread

Like night of the living dead