This is a song about "Down on the island"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

A couple of sprites but no beer

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

Reason i stuck with the sound

But then you be down on the ground

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

So she lay me down on the mattress

Always knew where the pot was

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

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

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

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear