This is a song about "Island"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Niggas that guided me through

Robben island imprisoned you

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Going to nyc from long island

And bijies like im out and

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.