This is a song about "Kings island"

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Going to nyc from long island

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

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

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Ballin like some young kings

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.