This is a song about "Island"

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//