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

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

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

I head to the islands the tropics,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love