This is a song about "Island"

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

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

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

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

Going to nyc from long island

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and