This is a song about "Island"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

If you feel it, it must be real just

Going to nyc from long island

Robben island imprisoned you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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