This is a song about "Merritt island"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Robben island imprisoned you

Raised by a momma who, who

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place