This is a song about "Island creek"

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

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

It's really not an issue

Robben island imprisoned you

Body dumped in he creek and

But got comma’s in my statement

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk