This is a song about "Island life resort duty guilty job computer"

That cellphone that i bought

I run out on the job.

What preceded was the clue

Robben island imprisoned you

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

Now im gettin more rings than bill russel in an audi

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island