This is a song about "Island creek"

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

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

You in the devils creek/ when you lose the paddle/ boy you betta learn to swim

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

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

Ya freak, purely weak, choke artist ya can't speak, floating down shits creek

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat