This is a song about "Living on an island"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Making an unnecessary living

We living on seamless derivation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden