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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

I was twelve when the gunned you

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Killing these niggas off quick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!