This is a song about "Island paridice"

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

I call em up, they might fall through

Robben island imprisoned you