This is a song about "Island boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's all they say looking boy

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Little gay-lookin boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

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

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

And take place looking boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix