This is a song about "From the islands"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches

Recovering from the lost pieces

Cause of death? bars

Run away from the cars...

From the gutter to the roof

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

And instead get it from hearing the song from the beginning

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I head to the islands the tropics,

I start to think it's all planned

Seeing ghosts from the past

From workin' 9 to 5, from grindin', tryna provide for the family,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see