This is a song about "Merritt island"

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Going to nyc from long island

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Robben island imprisoned you

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island