This is a song about "Island"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Robben island imprisoned you

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.