This is a song about "Island paridice"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Robben island imprisoned you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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