This is a song about "Long island"

I don't really gotta' take so long

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Yes, it was hard and took long

This is my day year long

Heh, if the autotune's gone

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

Nights are still tough and long,

I get slight work like big sean

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

I call em up, they might fall through

Robben island imprisoned you