This is a song about "Island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Going to nyc from long island

What's the cause of this excitement

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

Robben island imprisoned you

What preceded was the clue

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge