This is a song about "Living on an island"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Not living in the stars with an angel in your bedding,

I said i don’t give a fuck

On an empty stomach

We living on seamless derivation

You're uncool like my mother kin

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Keep on living, feed our children, i know that it's tough/

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Robben island imprisoned you

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

Used to ride on a goat, now i'm living in a moat