This is a song about "Island lifestyle"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

This type of lifestyle that one simulates

I live a liberated lifestyle, i will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

Meanwhile your lifestyle had no textile

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Complex lifestyle ready to do me

Than the muse of a family

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Lifestyle, finest type, yeah nigga we alright

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night