This is a song about "Island"

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Going to nyc from long island

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Robben island imprisoned you

It's really not an issue

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.