This is a song about "Merritt island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

Robben island imprisoned you

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden