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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

When i'm low, she take me high

Better yet they work my every nerve

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Our history that they stole, africa

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

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Teach you how to rope a chick