This is a song about "Living on an island"

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

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

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

I keep on living through hard times, because of my insignificant rhymes,

Making an unnecessary living

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

I said i don’t give a fuck

On an empty stomach

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet