This is a song about "Mid island streets"

All that ass in your jeans

You're walking these streets,

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Cops won't look in the streets,