This is a song about "Island creek"

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

Leave you six deep, you piss weak peasant from shits creek, an yes i use profanity when i speak,

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

Rappers then cement their feet and leave them sleep in the creek

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.