This is a song about "Island"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I’m coming back like light-skin and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Robben island imprisoned you

Going to nyc from long island

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

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