This is a song about "Island paridice"

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

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Residin in brooklyn and long island//