This is a song about "Gz island"

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Going to nyc from long island

Secret society all we ask is trust

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck