This is a song about "Island remix"

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

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

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Robben island imprisoned you

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I just did a remix this a tribute to his crew and shit

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Going to nyc from long island

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden