This is a song about "Mid island streets"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

Betta stay outta the streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Now i'm living out my dreams

Criminal paving these streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Played our beats on the streets

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways