This is a song about "Island paridice"

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Robben island imprisoned you

Raised by a momma who, who

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

If you ever feel alone and

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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