This is a song about "Island"

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

Robben island imprisoned you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden