This is a song about "I m from the island"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate