This is a song about "Down on the island"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

The spotlights on me, how is it all going down?

Down on the page, laced with rage,

And i pray that never change

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Looking down on the atmosphere

Which made me have to wait like leap year

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island